Hi. I like Ernest Hemingway. Why? Because he's a realist. Maybe the best realist - wait- THE best realist crafter of the English language that ever pounded keys to paper. He is able to pull you into a world where you don't mind reading descriptions because you're too busy being there to even question how. And at the end of his tale, without sermonizing, you feel a certain way, a way you know you've felt before, been with people you know you've met before, and only afterwards, a few steps away, will you stop and see the genius behind the bulls association with the people. The man and the fish and what they may or may not mean. And they'll mean different things to different people, because we've all been there before, just in different places.
The only truth I know is that every terrible thing that comes from life is actually funny and should be looked at that way. I've experienced anger before and it's something I don' understand.
To summarize, "Oh, and how we laughed" should eventually way into every trying moment.
And I believe in God. Probably a different one than you do. And that makes it just fine. As long as your God doesn't tell you to punch me in the zipper.
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